Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Angola and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bob Dylan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders,
Outsiders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
Can,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Invisible,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pop Group,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
Peter & Gordon,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quadrant,
Agent Orange,
Lou Christie,
Ronan,
Kaleidoscope,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerri Chandler,
This Heat,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
Circle Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.